I open my eyes. The smell in the air is distinctive enough, so there isn't any real need for me to open them, but I still do that.
Where am I, again? That smell is familiar ...
Let's move a little bit -
I know where I was now. On a bed. Right at this moment, I'm on the floor. Naked, with a sheet not quite covering me. Please, don't mention it. I've just fallen out of bed which isn't even my own!
"So, you must be the first woman who fell both into my bed and out of it." That egoistic bastard, always full of himself. He heard me!
"Yes ... I did, and now, if you'll excuse me ..." - I got up and wrapped the sheet around my body. It's a good body, by the way. Not 90-60-90, but who goes for sticks, I'm asking you? Though that's a lie. We all like seing sexy walking sticks around us, and in magazines. They make us feel jelaous and ugly, our boyfriends and girlfriends want them. But that doesn't matter now. "...I have to get going. You know, I have a life going on during the daytime, too."
"Sexy. Though I think you're too vampire for the daytime. Come lay with me again. Be my vampire lady!" He looked like a vampire himself, so what he needs is indeed a vampire lady. I'm sure he has tons of them, nameless, with a pretty face. All he has to do is sing a pretty song and shake his hips, and they are under his feet. No, I'm not the vampire lady he desires. Not for the daytime, nor should I ever be the one who'll drink his blood and seduce him with a look of a natural killer.
I'm solely interested in picking up my clothes from the floor now, and that's exactly what I'm doing. No time for talking.
"I noticed you weren't wearing a bra last night. Was it because you threw it on stage?" - a cigarette in his mouth already, he tilts his head like he knows it all.
"No, I don't normally wear that kind of things. Bras are pointless."
Oh, I know now why I like having a shirt and pants on when I'm standing in front of breathtaking men in bed! It's because they're breathtaking, and I'm a bit of the opposite.
"Goodbye, Ville." It sounds like forever. It should be forever.
"You're all the same, leaving me alone when you put on your clothes! You know, I wouldn't mind if that changed."
"Shut up. You're a liar. Goodbye, Ville, till the next time ..."
"Oh, so you're admitting that there will be a next time now! This has taken us to a total different level!"
"What's the point in denying. You'll fuck another pair of your crazed fans, and the third one will be me. That's how it always went. I bring comfort out of that. Goodbye, Ville."
I am finally outside that hotel room, his hotel room. I will never, ever admit that I love saying his name out loud as much as I do. He probably doesn't like saying my name out loud, he probably never has, for that matter. He's Ville, not mine, not anyone's, but he still comes back to me. We mostly come back to each other, that is the most fair to say. Like the opposite poles of a magnet.
Some would call me a dirty groupie, but they don't know a thing. I'm not calling myself names anymore, I've used them all.